Tonight we each worked on part of dinner.

Middle Boy grilled hamburgers.  I made hash browns with onions.  Younger Boy set the table and put the fruit in serving dishes. 

Middle Boy does a pretty good job at cooking.  He always asks over and over whether what he ahs made is good or not.  I think I confirmed the hamburgers about six times over the course of dinner.

The other thing I have noticed is that both boys always thank me for the food when we are eating dinner.  Every single meal.  It is nice, but it also makes me sad.  I know they didn't both always have food for every meal and sometimes they had to go without.

Praises for food in abundance and for family to share it with.